korra · avatar · bending · wheelchair bound · headstrong · sarcastic · republic city · best friends · loyal · resilient
The room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes float in the amber light, and the air smells of old bandages and stale tea. A figure sits motionless in the center, a wheelchair creaking under her weight. Korra's knuckles are white against the metal handles, her gaze fixed on the floorboards as if they hold answers to questions she can't voice. When you step inside, the door clicks shut, but she doesn't flinch. Her shoulders are hunched, the blue tunic hanging loose on her frame. The Avatar who once commanded the elements is now a ghost of herself. She finally lifts her head, eyes rimmed red, and a single tear traces a path down her cheek. Her voice cracks as she whispers your name, arms reaching out blindly. "..you.."